The Judge (who fears the mind’s frontiers) inclined his head to yawnwhile making haste through courtroom waste, though slightly pale and wan.(A voodoo Loon withdraws as soon as Night condemns the Dawn.)

ETERNITY

While in his cell, the verdict fell - the sighs of Silence, rifeWhile in his cell, the verdict fell - the Reaper played a fifeWhile in his cell, the verdict fell - the price was Jackie's life

EPILOGUE

Well Jackie's ghost, unlike the most, still mused upon the praisefor misdeeds done in victories won when cruising in a craze,and once again upon the sin of thinking, nowadayswhere, cunningly, humanity’s served lies, and trust betrays.Then, reconciled, it simply smiled at fortune's wanton ways.

EPITAPH

A mind was caught while thinking thoughts neath Sammy’s prying gazeand forced to stop by concept cops, else join the castaways.For now it's law to hold in awe the brave new world's malaiseand cerebrate with programmed pate, adorned with thorned bouquets,then mimic mimes in troubled times - and no one disobeys.With freedom’s death, truth holds its breath awaiting better days.